I was planning to write about my first experiences with New York City’s Restaurant Week today. But I didn’t feel right not honoring Whitney. I grew up listening to – and loving – Whitney Houston.
I know it’s been said a million times in the past two days, but she sang the soundtrack to our lives. I remember so incredibly well being driven to dance class in our burgundy van, singing along with mom and my sister to I Will Always Love You. It always made us collapse into giggle fits at Mom hitting her version of the high notes. 🙂
My bestie, Lauren, and I danced to her through our awkward phase(s) and choreographed dances to her fabulous-ness. And then we carried that into car-dancing from the moment one of us had access to a car. And we continue our love-affair to this day…cause we’re the queen of the night…oh yeah.
I think Whitney was beautiful, talented and tragic in her own way. I’m so sad and would have loved to see a true come back and some new songs. I know I’ll be listening to her a bit more than usual this week. Here’s to you, Whitney.